When an unnatural riptide sweeps lifeguard Tristan Hart out to sea for three days and then dumps him back on the shore of Coney Island, it’s the start of the Sea Court claiming its own. Suddenly, Tristan’s girlfriend dramas and swimming championship seem like distant worries as he discovers the truth: he’s a Merman. Now Tristan must fight for his life, the lives of his friends, and his humanity (if he still wants it), while competing in a race for a throne as ancient as the gods.

Seductive, duplicitous, and with an agenda of their own, these are not the mermaids you know.

Evil mermaids! Need I say more really? I love the darker side of mermaids. After all, they aren't just pretty little things that comb their long lustrous hair and search for seashells. They're deadly beautiful and can be oh so devious. I also have to say I love the fact that the story is told by a merman. So psyched! (I know. No one's been psyched since the 90s.)